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When I was sick, Braxton Compton brought home a young girl. She clung to Braxton's waist and whispered, "Braxton, why is Cambria staring at me like that? Does she not like me?" Braxton glanced at me coldly. "Ignore her. She's just my lapdog." But then I died. People told Braxton, "It's just a lapdog. Get another one." Braxton's eyes turned red with rage. "Whoever dares say that about her—I'll take their life!" Braxton, a man who had been with countless women, wept like a child. "She's not a lapdog. She's my wife."